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Subject: {ASSM} Beggars Can't Be... Part 3 (MF rom oral)
Date: Tue, 13 Nov 2001 20:10:02 -0500
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                        Disclaimer

This is piece of fiction.  Any imagined resemblance to
people living or deceased is either the result of dementia
on the reader's part or that the reader is, in fact, a
character of this story.   It is assumed that readers of
this story have the permission of the state, mom, dad, and
pastor and are able to tell the difference between real and
make-believe.  Furthermore, the writer is fully aware that
he is bound for hell, but welcomes both praise or/and well
thought out, humourous insults on his writing skill.  Note:
he already knows he cannot spell 'warth shet'.

The events and descriptions of this story are the sole
property of Kenny N Gamera and should not be recorded,
reposted, or profited from in anyway without express
written permission of the person hiding behind that pen
name. Reposting and free archiving will be tolerated given
the writer's name and address remains attached.  Archiving
by Deja.Com and ASSTR/ASSM is assumed and encouraged.

Thank You and Good Day,
Kenny N Gamera
turtlemeat69@hotmail.com

http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Gamera
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Gamera/Beggars_Can't_Be

                 Beggars Can't Be... Part 3
                      The Naughty Bits
                            by
                       Kenny N Gamera

   Finally, the months passed and the iron gate came down
with a rattle and a clank.  We were trapped in Mr. Slot's;
free at last.  As Stumpy lovingly put away each Star Trek
and Babylon 5 novel in Star Date  order, I rushed around
counting tills, slapping back  misplaced best sellers, and
pretending that the magazines did not look as if a
kindergarten had played sand box in them.

   I, thus, made it to the Golden Calf Cafe in near record
time.  Jenny and her friend, Kim, weren't there yet so I
ordered a latte from one of my other favourite coffee
makers, another young girl named Jenny with a sweet little
hind and (and played a pretty mean game of pocket pool in
the "other place").  With coffee in hand, I went to the
table on the patio where I had first seen Jenny.

   Guilt forced me to do some actual; thus, I was nose deep
into geo-bullshit, when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I
turned to see the pretty blue eyes of Kim.

   "Hiya, guy.  What's up?"

   I made a quick glance to the sky.  "Clouds."

   "You do think you're a comedian.  Too bad you aren't."

   "I'm hurt," I replied.

   She smiled as she sat down, flopping a bag of videos on
the table.  "You think so now.  Just wait," she said.

   Before I could ask her to explain, she added, "Jenny's
getting coffee for us.  She'll be out in a moment."

   To fill the awkward silence, I asked, "so you're a
teacher at Gil Thorp, as well."

   "Yep," Kim answered as she watched the door, not even
glancing at me.     "Oh, what do you teach?"

   "Languages."  She turned to look straight at me.
"Mostly, I do French."  She licked her lips (mental Erp).
"But I am trying to get some of the students interested in
Greek."

   Just then, Jenny came out with three large coffee mugs.
With a hello to me, she passed one to Kim and another to
me.  Mine was, of course, a latte.  I looked at her
questioningly.  She just winked.  We settled into a three
way conversation about this and that and the other thing.

   Eventually, Kim got up from her seat.  "I'm taking off,
now.  I promised Sherry I'd be over at eleven. Think Kenny
can take you hold, Jenny?"

   "Oh, I think so," replied Jenny with a glance and
another wink in my direction.  "Have fun."

   "We will," Kim said as she got out of her chair.  "If
you two are lucky, I'll bring Sherry over after we finished
our videos."

   "Please do," Jenny answered.  "The more the merrier."

   Kim waved goodbye and went to the parking lot.  I,
frankly, was stunned out of my gourd.  Jenny looked at me
as if she were assessing my state.  Finally, she sighed as
if she had come to a decision.

   "Let's go.  I'm ready to get out of here."

   Together, we got up and went back inside to the bus tub.
While I gulped down the last swallow of the latte she had
got me, Jenny dumped in Kim's and her own mug. Both of mine
followed.  She looked at me.  I looked at her.

   She, for the first time, smiled a smile I could call
shy.

   I melted like a  marshmallow in cocoa.

   We talked about,of all things, my dissertation project.
I explained things that I could understand at that point.
She asked several very intelligent questions (which only
surprised me because no one else I had ever talked with
about it ever had a clue about what I was talking about).
Frankly, that was it.  Still, I never wanted to arrive at
her apartment building, but we did all too soon.

   "Kenny," she said as I pulled up to the curb.  "I never
put out on the first date."

   I went straight into confused mode as she reached for my
hand.

   "But this isn't a date.  I want you to come inside with
me."

   I did; oh God, I did.

   We attacked each other at the door.  She started at my
shirt, while each of my hands grab a cheek of her ass.  I
pulled her tight against me, enjoying the feel of her body
on mine even as she pulled my shirt from my pants.

   Once her hands met each other at my back and the last of
my shirt-tail had escaped, she cupped my bass and tightened
our embrace.  We said nothing as our tongue caressed each
other and felt around the other's melted, exploring and
touching.

   I broke away for air (I couldn't help get: I have always
been a mouth breather).  As I did, her hands went from my
butt, and I was pushed as far as she could without her
escaping my grasp.  Wordlessly, she began at my shirt's
lowermost button.  I got the idea and loosened my tie until
the thin part had slipped free and broke the knot.  The top
button came  undone.  She pushed my shirt down to my
elbows.  Using her left hand to push aside the sparse hair,
she lowered her mouth to my right nipple.

   Her tongue scroll swirled from as it had done in my
mouth.  I reached for her had and started to stroke her
hair gently.  I had closed my eyes and took short sharp
gasps of air.  My cock jerked, getting harder with each
spasm.

   Finally, Jenny broke her lock on my chest.  Her right
hand went to my crotch.  She gave me a quick squeeze and
with a smile up at me moved her right hand up and her left
hand down to meet at the clasp of my slacks. Together, they
got it undone and as she pulled my zipper down, she lowered
herself to her knees.

   In short order, my top was freed.  Jenny, looking up at
me with mischief in her eyes, moved her mouth to its head.
I closed my eyes with her tongue first touched it. I only
felt her mouth close around.  I moaned.

   I fell forward, my hands catching me against the foyer
wall.  Her hands laughed my cock and went to my chest. She
began to rob me as well as play with my spit covered right
nipple.  Finally, I pushed her away.

   She started to speak, but I shushed her.  "Lay down," I
said.  "It's your turn now."

   She laid on her back and played with my cock and balls
as I finished taking of my pants.  I dropped to my knees
and undid her jeans.  Together, we pushed them off as she
kicked off her shoes.  Her pants off, I threw them to the
side.  She looked at me; I reached up and gave her a light
kiss on the cheek.

   The kiss broken, I stood down to her legs.  I stroke
than in long upward strokes from the ankles to mid-thigh. I
concentrated along the sides of her legs, using just the
very tips of my fingers.  Then I stopped.

   By push for lights apart and (wince) dived in.  I
planted gentle kisses to the tops of her thighs going back
and forth, forth and back between them.  I used my fingers
to trace patterns on her tummy, just as I, finally, began
to softly lick the very top of each thigh. Then at last, I
consciously touched my tongue to her outer lips, tasting
the metallic, electric tang of her skin.

   To soon, I was pushed away.  I, however, had just begun
to taste her, and I wanted every last bit.

   "Turn over," I asked her; she did.  I started to stroke
her legs again.  This time, I planted gentle kisses as I
caressed her.  She softly moaned, until I quit.  I climbed
over her laying my semi-erect penis along her ass crack.

   I touched her earlobe with my tongue.  "You like," I
asked her with a whisper.

   She reached behind her with both hands for my erection.
"Let's go to my room."


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